Chapter 363: The death of a phantom

The words Sigrid said were absurd. How could a woman that was giving birth hold the baby in? This was like the need to pee, if the desire was there, it could not be stopped. You could hold it in for a while but eventually it would burst like a dam. These were Lady Iryne’s thoughts.

Mauve fed the pregnant woman a tonic that reduced almost all of her pain and killed her screaming. "Keep screaming." she told her.

Mrs. Cravelle, the wife of a mage hunter, Billiam Cravelle who was always venturing into the Mystwood grove could not have been more confused. She had been brought here by her husband.

The only task given to her was to have a baby. Suddenly she was not supposed to have the baby anymore! What was going on? And why did they need the phantom mage when she was having no problems giving birth even without a midwife.

She could not question the crown princess but she planned to pinch the ears of her husband later on for bringing her to this place without explaining the situation clearly.

There was a sudden rush of wind, the green flames flickered and the phantom midwife stepped out of them.

Mauve pinched Mrs. Cravelle’s thigh and she screamed really loudly. Tears appeared in her eyes, and she glared at Mauve.

Mauve just gestured at her to continue screaming.

The Phantom midwife had the hood of her cloak up. She gave one nod of acknowledgement to Sigrid, glanced at the bassinet and then made her way to the bed to check on the patient she had come to see.

Sigrid creeped up on her from behind just when she bent to take a peek between Mrs. Cravelle’s legs. She reared her hand back, a sword appeared in her hand and before anyone could scream or blink, the sword was embedded in the body of the phantom midwife.

Someone gasped.

midwife back by grabbing on to her neck and she pushed her down to the floor. "Deanne bring Thor."

spell but Sigrid was faster. She covered the woman’s mouth

voice of the phantom midwife. Unfinished, Sigrid sliced a side of the midwife’s neck

long as you are gurgling on blood, you won’t be trying to chant spells. Save your energy for you are going

the air energetically. Sigrid took the baby into

Thor’s finger. Thor responded by wailing so loudly that his cry nearly shuttered the

the discomfort and complaints of her nephew Sigrid positioned him

rushed to

her eyes."

mouth and eyes of the midwife while chanting a spell that

saw white balls

light were exhausted,

her and all that was left to do was wait for it to run out. She was losing so much blood that it had formed a puddle around her. "For someone that loved collecting debts, it is a little funny that you

questions in the eyes

your magic, you should have returned what

of the phantom midwife lost

up and dusted her hands against her coat as if she had been sweeping and there was dust on her hands. She met the curious eyes

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